We spent the first days of Pesach at a hotel in Lake Geneva, and I had laryngitis the entire time and couldn't speak above a whisper. If I tried to talk louder, it just came out as a little squeak. I spent a lot of time with the kids, of course, and some time during the first day, K looked up at me quizzically and said, "Why are you talking like that, Bubbie?"
I figured it would be too hard to explain "laryngitis", so I just told him, "I have a sore throat and my voice isn't working right now," in my high squeaky voice. K didn't say anything.
A few minutes later, I said, "K, should we go to the playground?"
K looked up at me and smiled, and in a high, squeaky voice, said, "OK, Bubbie!"
Thursday, April 27, 2006
Tuesday, April 04, 2006
Soapy...
Remember "The Cat In the Hat Comes Back," where the Cat makes a Big Pink Cat Ring in the bathtub, and as they try to clean it up it just spreads all over the place? That's apparently what happened to K this morning.
When got to his house, at about 8:20 AM, K was watching for me out the window. When he saw me, he jumped down off the couch and ran to the door to open it for me. But he couldn't get it open, so I used my key.
The house was dark, and K told me that everyone was still sleeping. (I figured that his father was probably at work, but maybe both his parents were still sleeping.) K was wearing-- an undershirt. Nothing else. After I greeted him and took off my coat, I sent him upstairs to get underpants, at least.
When he came down, we went into the kitchen to toast a bagel for breakfast, and when K climbed up on top of the chair, I kissed him on the top of his head, and it was wet. I asked him if he had taken a shower with Daddy, and he said no.
"Then how did your hair get wet?" I asked him.
"I put soap on it!" he exclaimed. But he obviously hadn't rinsed it. And the question was, of course, WHY had he put soap on his hair?
Little by little, I pieced together these 2 clues:
1. K's soggy Pull-up was lying in the middle of the bathroom floor.
2. K told me, "I couldn't turn the water on."
And came up with a logical answer: K had come downstairs by himslf, after Daddy had left for work but Mommy was still in bed. He took off his pajamas and Pull-up and sat on the toilet.
He flushed when he was done.
He closed the toilet seat and climbed up in order to reach the sink.
He put liquid soap on his hands in order to wash them.
He discovered that he couldn't work the faucet.
What to do with all of the soap? He rubbed it on his undershirt and on his head.
(Hey- at least his hands were clean!)
When Mommy came downstairs, and I told her this story, and also how K had tried to let me in but couldn't open the door, she immediately figured out the connection: his hands were probably too soapy for him to get a grip on the doorknob!
Epilogue:
Mommy wiped the doorknob, and I rinsed K's hair in the sink.
When got to his house, at about 8:20 AM, K was watching for me out the window. When he saw me, he jumped down off the couch and ran to the door to open it for me. But he couldn't get it open, so I used my key.
The house was dark, and K told me that everyone was still sleeping. (I figured that his father was probably at work, but maybe both his parents were still sleeping.) K was wearing-- an undershirt. Nothing else. After I greeted him and took off my coat, I sent him upstairs to get underpants, at least.
When he came down, we went into the kitchen to toast a bagel for breakfast, and when K climbed up on top of the chair, I kissed him on the top of his head, and it was wet. I asked him if he had taken a shower with Daddy, and he said no.
"Then how did your hair get wet?" I asked him.
"I put soap on it!" he exclaimed. But he obviously hadn't rinsed it. And the question was, of course, WHY had he put soap on his hair?
Little by little, I pieced together these 2 clues:
1. K's soggy Pull-up was lying in the middle of the bathroom floor.
2. K told me, "I couldn't turn the water on."
And came up with a logical answer: K had come downstairs by himslf, after Daddy had left for work but Mommy was still in bed. He took off his pajamas and Pull-up and sat on the toilet.
He flushed when he was done.
He closed the toilet seat and climbed up in order to reach the sink.
He put liquid soap on his hands in order to wash them.
He discovered that he couldn't work the faucet.
What to do with all of the soap? He rubbed it on his undershirt and on his head.
(Hey- at least his hands were clean!)
When Mommy came downstairs, and I told her this story, and also how K had tried to let me in but couldn't open the door, she immediately figured out the connection: his hands were probably too soapy for him to get a grip on the doorknob!
Epilogue:
Mommy wiped the doorknob, and I rinsed K's hair in the sink.
Sunday, March 26, 2006
This takes the cake
Tonight we were finishing dinner; Mommy and K were in the family room watching "Circus of the Stars," and Daddy, Papa, D, and I were still at the table. Dgot up and left the room and Dovid followed him..or so I thought. A minute later, I heard D, in the kitchen, exclaiming, "I got a BIG piece!" I assumed Daddy had given D a piece of cake, but then I heard Daddy's voice coming from the family room, so I got up to investigate.
D did, indeed, have a big piece of cake in his hand. It was about four times the size that any reasonable adult- even an indulgent grandmother- would have given him. He had apparently climbed up on the stool, taken the pan of cake off the counter, and cut it ("gouged" would be a better description) by himself, with a sharp knife. The pan of cake was sitting in the middle of the kitchen floor. (Fortunately, the dog hadn't noticed it yet.)
D did, indeed, have a big piece of cake in his hand. It was about four times the size that any reasonable adult- even an indulgent grandmother- would have given him. He had apparently climbed up on the stool, taken the pan of cake off the counter, and cut it ("gouged" would be a better description) by himself, with a sharp knife. The pan of cake was sitting in the middle of the kitchen floor. (Fortunately, the dog hadn't noticed it yet.)
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
Can't you see?
During a phone conversation with D:
Papa: "Where's Mommy?"
D (Presumably pointing): "She's right there!"
Papa: "Where's Mommy?"
D (Presumably pointing): "She's right there!"
Ask a stupid question...
Yesterday morning, D called Pa-pa on the phone, as he often likes to do. He said, "What are you doing?" Pa-pa said, "I'm working on the computer. What are you doing?" onny answered, "I'm talking to you!"
Duh.
Duh.
Thursday, March 16, 2006
Why didn't you just say so?
Today K and I were talking about driving. I told him that you have to be 16 to drive a car. He asked me, "Is Mommy 16?"
"Well- she's older than 16," I explained, not sure if he really knew what "older" meant.
"Is Daddy 16?" he asked.
"He's also older than 16," I said.
Kcontinued asking about numerous other family members, and I kept giving the same answer, until finally he said, "You have to be a grownup to drive?"
Well, yes. Why didn't I just say that in the first place?
"Well- she's older than 16," I explained, not sure if he really knew what "older" meant.
"Is Daddy 16?" he asked.
"He's also older than 16," I said.
Kcontinued asking about numerous other family members, and I kept giving the same answer, until finally he said, "You have to be a grownup to drive?"
Well, yes. Why didn't I just say that in the first place?
Wednesday, March 08, 2006
Slippery!
Tuesday, March 7,2006
This morning, D took off his pajamas and diaper and went and "hid" in the corner (he faced the wall and covered his eyes.) I went to get the camera so I could take a picture of him. After I took the picture, I told him, "Let's go put a new diaper on and get dressed." He took a few steps, then looked at the floor in surprise and exclaimed, "It's slippery!"
Hmmm. I wonder what happened to the floor during those 30 seconds I was out of the room, getting the camera?
This morning, D took off his pajamas and diaper and went and "hid" in the corner (he faced the wall and covered his eyes.) I went to get the camera so I could take a picture of him. After I took the picture, I told him, "Let's go put a new diaper on and get dressed." He took a few steps, then looked at the floor in surprise and exclaimed, "It's slippery!"
Hmmm. I wonder what happened to the floor during those 30 seconds I was out of the room, getting the camera?
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